The Sorting and a Wand?

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Mrs. Daryl came back when she said she would, unlike Mom. Mom had never been home when she said she would be. That was why my friends never came to my house to play anymore. But she's dead now. That's all over. Dad's still worried about me. Mostly because I still flinch easily. School is going to be tough, especially with not being able to see Dad every day. But I'll get through it.

"These carriages will take you right up to the school," Mrs. Daryl explained. I was in my school uniform, a plain white button up with a pleated black skirt. There was also a long robe, more of a cape really, that was royal blue fading into cranberry red. It never looked purple which was weird, but cool. The cape fastened with a golden Gordian knot. A loud crack sounded and Mrs. Daryl disappeared. Nervous, I followed the two other kids into a single carriage. There were four seats yet only three of us.

"Can I possibly ride with you all?" a boy who looked close to my age, and I'm guessing the other two's age as well, asked. They nodded so he clamored in, taking the empty seat next to me.

"I'm George Hunter," he introduced.

"Savannah Vale," the only other girl in here replied. Before anything else could happen, the carriage jerked forward and we were on our way.

"Ryder Atkinson," the other boy stated.

"Kendra Watson," I growled. I didn't really feel like conversing right now. George and Savannah and Ryder struck up a conversation about the school. I listened in but I didn't say anything. Apparently it was similar to another school in England called Hogwarts. Where did they come up with these names? Well anyway, there were four houses, or places that we would be staying in and people we would interact mainly with. Yeah there's some inter-house interactions, but it's mostly within one house. The four houses were called Wampus, Thunderbird, Horned Serpent, and Pukwudgie. These were also the names of four wizarding creatures in the country. I was not hoping to meet any of them personally, nor was Savannah. George, who'd grown up with two magical parents and had been explaining most things, then informed us that pukwudgie's guarded the school and help the general upkeep.

"What about you, Kendra?" Savannah asked. "What house do you think you'll be in?"

"Wampus," I decided firmly. "That's the one with the warriors, right?" George confirmed that I was right.

"Why?" Ryder questioned.

"Because I'm the best fighter in my neighborhood," I replied, acid lacing my tone. "No one wins against me anymore. Not ever." I think I scared Savannah. Ryder thought I was cool. Beyond cool actually. George just looked at me curiously.

But then we were there. The carriage stopped moving and we slowly filed out. We followed the flow of students entering the building. Everyone stood in a grandiose room with a large pattern on the floor that I couldn't see clearly from where I was standing. The older kids took the stairs to the higher level. From the wooden balcony, they could clearly see everything that happened down here on the ground floor. I could see the patterns on the ground depicting the four houses. Horned Serpent, Wampus, Pukwudgie, and Thunderbird. A golden Gordian knot sat in the middle of them.

"Welcome!" a man called to the crowd. Everyone instantly silenced. "Welcome to the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! I am the Headmaster Pickney. I issue a word of warning to our new students: do not go into the forest without a teacher with you. There are many dangerous creatures within those trees."

With those kind words, the sorting ceremony began. They went in alphabetical order and I was glad, for the first time in my life, that my name was near the end of the list. I got to see what happened when each house picked you. Each person would stand on the Gordian knot and the house paintings would move or light up if they chose them. Ten students had two houses pick them so they had to chose which one they wanted. One had three houses pick them. That was striking.

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